“saying these words is like speaking avocodo. warm, ripe juicy mango.”

“A friend understands what you’re going through enough and can help you through it. A best friend Understands what you’re going through too much and ,frankly, it’s giving them a headache.”

“He grabs my arm and pulls me into his embrace. I close my eyes and it's perfection. The kiss is needy and desperate even if it's closed mouth. It's the things we don't say. Words like, I needed you more than anything in the entire world and here you are. It's the sentences neither of us can say. Because neither of us likes grand gestures or big words. But the kiss says it all, the desperate tremble of his fearful lips against mine, speak volumes compared to the words we may or may not be able to say.”

“A scent that disturbs me and delights me. It smells like ripe pears, vetiver, a bit of violet and something else- something spicy almost biting and exotic.”

“Still speaking over me,' she says, meeting my eyes and scoffing. 'You are still that worthless little girl.”

“Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.”

“Life is a thump-ripe melon...it's so sweet and such a mess...”